a(nother) little sneak peek of the last chapter of my spiderflash fic that seems really adamant on not letting me finish it, goddamnit…
Flash wasn’t acting any different as far as he could tell, and Peter still couldn’t figure out if he liked that or if it bothered him. It was almost as if it hadn’t been important and it hadn’t been, so there was absolutely no reason for Flash to have a strong reaction to it and, since they still had to share a room and everything, it was in everyone’s best interest they avoided the awkwardness or any kind of conflict after their encounter. This was *fine*. This was the best case scenario given the circumstances, but Peter was bothered by it.
How was it possible Flash didn’t think anything about it? Had it been that bad? Granted, Peter hadn’t been exactly an active participant, but was he being serious? Nothing? Not even a “hey, do you feel any better? and by the way, nice dick” or something just to be polite? Like, had he even *liked* it? Oh, God, what if Peter was disappointing? And why did he even care?! Flash wasn’t his bo- He was just his friend. Barely even that, he was his roommate. What he thought about Peter’s performance wasn’t important. But then why was Peter so mortified at the possibility of Flash thinking Peter wasn’t a good lay? Shit. Shit, shit. That was bad, that was so, so bad.
“Parker?”, someone called his name and Peter flinched in his seat. During his little moment of panic, he’d managed to bury his face completely between the pages of his book, making it painfully obvious he wasn’t actually reading it. “Are you alright?” the voice asked and he lifted his head to see the face of the one that had dared to interrupt him.
Flash stared down at him with worry in his eyes, head half tilted to the right and his own book in hand. Peter bit his lips to avoid saying something he may regret later. “Uh…”